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A CAIRN. |
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A CAIRN.
I, singer, ere I grow unmusical,
Sing now the last lay I have heart to sing;
Glad for my life of love-time that was Spring,
Of labour that is Summer-tide and Fall;
Nor much adread of death, earned rest of all,
Save of the death of no remembering:
I crown my cairn, each stone a song, and bring
All of my life I love for burial.
Sing now the last lay I have heart to sing;
Glad for my life of love-time that was Spring,
Of labour that is Summer-tide and Fall;
Nor much adread of death, earned rest of all,
Save of the death of no remembering:
I crown my cairn, each stone a song, and bring
All of my life I love for burial.
What relics for the men, my after-peers,
Who search my cairn to make the spoil their own?
Ghosts of their dreams, the fragrance of their tears,
Twins of the thoughts each fancied his alone;
The passions, pains, desires of their dead years;
The stamp of a man's heart on every stone.
Who search my cairn to make the spoil their own?
Ghosts of their dreams, the fragrance of their tears,
Twins of the thoughts each fancied his alone;
The passions, pains, desires of their dead years;
The stamp of a man's heart on every stone.
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